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Too Good To Be True…

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At a recent church membership class we were asked to introduce ourselves to each other, to tell where we were born and a notable thing about that city. Our city is always in the news about the seedy things; but no one reports about the work of the Kingdom of God in this town. Since I have been at McLean Presbyterian Church I have discovered some beautiful secrets scattered all over this area. Some are directly “daughter” ministries of McLean Presbyterian; many are close relatives within the Body of Christ, ministering sacrificially and faithfully to individuals at every season of life in their needs both physical and spiritual. So, Hello, from Washington, DC area, the city that is known for Capitol Hill Baptist Church, Capitol Hill Pregnancy Center, Reformed Theological Seminary, C. S. Lewis Institute, The Lamb Center of Fairfax, Assist Pregnancy Center, Central Union Mission, Project Belong, Casa Chiralagua, Cornerstone School, Bethany House of Northern VA, etc… In the first three chapters of the Book of Revelation, Christ Jesus tells John to write letters to seven different Church centers in Asia Minor during the First Century, A.D. I wonder what He would tell John to write to the Church in the Metro DC area. Take heart, there are great things of God that are going on in the Metro DC area, under the noses of those whose world view and preoccupation with a worldly kingdom is tragically fallen–where its dark web lures and traps men who seek to be rulers of the world.

My journey into membership at our new church was completed in March; and both my husband and I have been enjoying being immersed in the substantial teaching on Sunday mornings.  FYI, there’s a link on my page which will give readers access to the sermons at McLean Presbyterian Church.

Solomon prayed for wisdom

As a follow-up to the Sunday teaching in the Scriptures, our pastors usually direct our attention to thoughtful questions to discuss in our local community group gatherings. One question during the series on “The Gospel in Solomon” was this: “If God answered, in this instant, all the prayers you prayed this week what would happen?” Another one was convicting: “Do you pray simply for your life and circumstances to be more comfortable or are you confident that God will take care of that with your heart compelled for His Kingdom?”

Solomon's moment with God

We have been studying the Bible together in the late mornings. I call these times our “second breakfasts.” Technology has been the instrument which has enabled us to engage with the Word and with each other in this department. We have an elaborate, but effective, array which feeds the intercouple surfing webnet into our large screen video display. From that internet feed, we can stream and view and read  the online Bible, daily commentaries from Ligonier Ministries’ “TableTalk” publication. The series has been following the historical books of the Bible. We began in January with Joshua and are now deep into the monarchy under David in 2 Samuel. Our time together includes reading daily portions from the Bible in a plan to read through the Bible in a year. We sometimes choose to select an audio reading while we read the print on the screen; but we also take turns reading the passages aloud—this helps my husband rehab his speech and cognition with the aphasia he battles.

Wisdom-Quotes-3Our time in prayer follows our exploration of the Scriptures and usually responds to the convictions impressed upon us by the work of the Holy Spirit in the Word of God. Prayer is the chief weapon in our arsenal for warfare in times like these. Our unshakeable certainty of the sovereignty of God provokes us to prayer in all things… I wrote in December that many in our country are struggling with loss of home, belongings, livelihoods and loved ones from fire, monster storms and floods. The same is true again as I write this in Springtime. We are learning to pray Kingdom-of-God kinds of prayers as we observe the times, trusting God for the answers–things so great that the skeptics of this age would say they are too good to be true.

One somewhat unexpected development in my prayers has been that as I began the process of application for children’s Sunday school teaching, I realized that I would be premature in making a commitment to that ministry at this time. As I have waited and sought God’s leading and my husband’s thoughts on the subject, I believe God would have me be more available to my husband; in one key area since he is no longer able to drive, that I would be available to bring him to church without conflict of service.  Thanking God for His wisdom and the joy that has come to my soul in this pruning work. Nevertheless, if you would have told me 38 years ago that when my husband and I became old and weaker in body that we would enjoy the manifold blessings God has given us, with peace in our hearts, purpose and re-productivity  in our last season of life together, and joy which no circumstances can rob, I would have said it too good to be true. Thanks be to God who blesses us with every blessing in heavenly places. By His grace we will finish well.

In the meantime, I am continuing weekly with our local Community Bible Study group. We started in September with the book of Daniel, and in January, we began the book of Revelation. We are nearing the the end of the book of Revelation and it has been one spectacular lesson after another. Some studies of these books can get sidetracked into speculations on imagery and symbolism and miss the whole point and substance of the narrative. CBS has handled the study wisely; what a difference it is making in my here-and-now life.

thorns and gold2The early spring razzle-dazzle is quickly turning to the deeper greens on the trees as the leafing matures; and pollen abounds!   The razzle-dazzle of spring and the spectacular  beauty and stunning drama of Christ Jesus in His glorious atoning death and resurrection coming together has been exquisite; it continues to touch and resonate through all my senses and makes me cry, “Holy! Holy! Holy!”

Look around you! Spring’s Rising! (a link to one of my recent reflections).

“Fear not, I am the First and the Last, and the Living One. I died, and behold I am alive forevermore, and I have the keys of Death and Hades.

–Revelation 1.17-18

Glory be to God and may the Peace of Christ be with you.

 

Spring’s Rising!

Blessed are your eyes, for they see.

–Matthew 13.16

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“Bring forth,” He said,

     to all the waiting branches of the trees,

Their lacey crown’ed silhouettes under bluing skies

     of th’ earliest winds of spring;

To every slumb’ring tendril of the shrub along

     the path, ev’ry bush a resting place for feathered

     prophets bearing promise on their wing.

“’Tis the hour,” He said, “to wake and bear your

     young!

Fear not the last remaining lash of winter’s breath!

Heed not the darkness

     which now sees its timely hast’ning death!

Look up to see the ever lightening, brightening,

     dazzling blues of days,

Waking early from the passing nights of starlit

     indigo, adorned in myriad twinkling blaze!

There’s a message to be spoken to mankind

Whose eyes have dimmed with all their futile

     notions, fabrications of their busy, frantic

     musings in all their fantasies, striving in their

     vanities,

Conceiving an illusion, pretending life immortal

     from their factories of the dead.”

 

“We will,” they answered. “Thy will,” they said.

And all the wood from tallest, robust trees

     whose trunk so stout could feel in every woody

     bone the memory of pain and grace in mankind’s

     greatest story,

To smallest bushy bush of delicate twig and branch:

They all began their laboring to please the King

Who made them for His glory.

 

And every man whose eyes would see could now

     behold,

In ev’ry lacey crown’ed top of tree

     ‘neath cathedral blue of skies,

And ev’ry fring’ed, tasseled shrub and bush

     of earthy ground on which it lies:

On every inch of outstretched arm and limb of every

     one, came forth those orbs of blood-red bud.

These bloody little bodies speaking of

     Redemption’s glory

When once blood poured upon a tree which bore

     the pain and grace in mankind’s greatest story;

And not only His bloodied body did that tree once bear,

but all the weight of rebellious man

who mutinied against their King among the trees

‘Neath cathedral blue of skies in a Garden

     from of old.

And cast away their sight of all the goodness

     they had known,

Their minds now captive, pris’ners trapped in

     darkened musings,

Endless, futile fabrications of their own;

     and by their quest to wield the sovereign sceptre

     of the One in whom their life and breath reside

They brought upon the whole of all creation,

In all its living beauty, the judgment of the dead.

 

Here, then, now in tide of spring, is the message

     to be spoken

To mankind whose eyes have dimmed with all their

     futile notions, fabrications of their busy frantic

     musings,

As on each branch and bushy twig those bloody orbs

     break open, beneath the vaulted ceiling

     of the lightening, brightening, dazzling blue

     of skies of spring, new and verdant life bursts

     forth from blood-red bodies broken–

Life not fashioned from the daydreams of man’s vanity–

But created and designed

     by the True and Living One, after winter’s frozen

     sleep of death is now left far behind.

And every man whose eyes would see

     can now behold,

In ev’ry lacey crown’ed top of tree

     ‘neath cathedral blue of skies,

     and ev’ry fring’ed, tasseled shrub

     and bush of earthy ground on which it lies,

On every inch of outstretched arm

     and limb of every one:

A splendorous array of neo-natal green,

     brilliant pink and yellow dazzeling,

     stunning beauty spoken into life at His command

     for all whose eyes are blest to see in spring

The message of Redemption’s glory

When once blood poured upon a tree which bore

     the pain and grace in mankind’s greatest story.

 

Truth it is! No legend, no vain and futile fable

     of some hope pretending life immortal;

Nay! Creation which man’s vain rebellion

     brought to suffer death,

Now in spring declares the truth:

     the sovereign sceptre of the God

In whom reside all life and breath;

And His Son the Holy One, the Righteous One,

     named Jesus

Whose beaten, bloodied body once upon

     a fallen tree was nailed,

And having suffered all the judgment due

     rebellious, wicked man,

With arms outstretched in God’s great plan,

     yielded up His soul to death.

In Passover’s third cool morn of spring,

     beneath the vaulted ceiling

     of the lightening, brightening, dazzling blue

     of skies

Creation’s Lord came forth in glory as He said,

Triumphant from the grave wherein He laid

     among the dead,

Under lacey crown’ed tops of trees, embraced by

     ev’ry fring’ed, tasseled shrub and bush

     of earthy ground on which it lies:

For all whose eyes are blest to see The One

     in whom all life and breath reside,

Jesus, the risen, reigning, ever-living King!

Now Christ is risen from the dead, and has become the firstfruits of those who have fallen asleep. For since by man came death, by Man also came the resurrection of the dead. For as in Adam all die, even so in Christ all shall be made alive. 

–1 Corinthians 15.20-22

 

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